This Los Angeles based five piece specialise in Etch-a-Sketch pictures of doomed lives in a sunny place. With vintage drum machines, authentic sequencers and analogue keyboards recorded directly onto tape, the sound is so gummed up and fuzzy that it feels like every song needs demagnetising and dipping in switch cleaner. Most of the vocals frolic contentedly in the welcoming shadows of incomprehensibility, and songs like "Gray Wave City" work better as surfing instrumentals for people who wouldn't be caught dead on a beach. It could be Chrome in a good mood, or Tuxedomoon admitting they have limitations. Either way, it's new wave, baby, and too damed clever for its own good.